Jamie: Keeper wants to thank everyone who favourited, followed or reviewed, it helps motivate her to keep posting chapters and she apologizes for her lack of access to wifi.

Keeper:...And?

Jamie: *sighs* And she owns nothing except what's hers.

Keeper: You know, just because you act like this during The Veterans doesn't mean that you have to act like this during the disclaimer.

Jamie: :P

"Rip it off, show the symbol on your chest, say, 'come on' and show the world who you really are. It's not enough to be better than the rest, gotta take it to the top and make yourself a superstar. You don't need them to believe in you, get your mission unlocked and see it through. You've got all the power you need in you." -Simon Curtis, Superhero

Jamie hurried to her apartment, shoved everything of value into a bag and hailed a cab. Once in the car, she traced the text message on her laptop to a little apartment complex in D.C., a twenty minute drive from her current location. Upon arriving, she left the laptop in the cab. The phone was already untracable.

To her surprise, the apartment complex was descent. There was even a neighborhood watch sign at the front. This wasn't Fury's typical MO, so what was going on? Whatever it was, it had to be important enough to make her feel like the sacrifice of her job and her alias was worth it. Climbing up to the apartment window—there was a chalked flower on the brick—she pulled herself in and gazed about the new surroundings.

There were a lot of antiques and not a speck was out of place. The owner was probably major OCD, not that she was one to talk.

There was a cough and she whipped out her gun—something she always had with her—and aimed it to none other than Nick Fury, sitting in a chair. She had thought that she'd be able to keep calm when she finally came face to face. That notion quickly fled. "What the hell do you want?"

"Easy there," His breathing was laboured. "It's alright, Persephone."

"Don't you dare call me that." She growled. He was typing something into his phone. "That person died when Danielle was murdered." He held it up: EARS EVERYWHERE.

Great.

"She died a hero. She died a Legend. No one feels her loss more than I." He said, his tired eyes softening at recalling memories of her. "I practically raised her. Her parents died on a mission when she was a toddler, so SHIELD took her in." He held up his phone again: SHIELD COMPROMISED.

Good Lord…

"She didn't think she was a hero," Jamie corrected. "She was an agent. She was supposed to be so much more, but she was born, bred and died an agent. So don't think for one damn minute that you'll win me over with empathy."

The door opened and she turned so that she was behind Fury, gun poised to greet any newcomer. She cast the director an angry and questioning look, but quickly moved her gaze back to the hall leading into the living room where they were going to meet the owner.

An all too familiar red-white-blue star-studded shield appeared, followed by the face of Steve Rogers. "Oh, shit," she whispered. The world tilted and suddenly she was at the controls of a chitauri ship again, being shot at by Loki with a fresh murderer at her back. There was a flash and, like that, Jamie was back in the apartment. Her feet lost their strength and she fell against the wall, using a chair beside her for support. "Jamie?" Steve asked.

His voice was distant; she was going back under-

"Hill, snap out of it." That was Danielle's voice. "Open your eyes, you're not allowed to be down for the count anymore."

She forced her eyes open and shoved herself away from the support of the wall. Steve had come forward to help her, his shield ever present. "Put that damn thing away, Rogers." She growled and shoved the shield out of her sight.

"You were about to-"
"Yeah, PTSD does that." She lifted her gun and pointed it at the star-spangled man with no remorse in her eyes. "Now what the hell are you doing here?"

Fury held up the phone for him to read the messages. "This is his apartment, Ms. Hill, he has a right to be here."

She locked eyes with Steve and sighed, slowly lowering the gun. "That's debatable."

Fury held up his phone again: DON'T KNOW HOW DEEP. TRUST NO ONE EXCEPT DIRECTOR NEMO.

Jamie's brows furrowed as she caught a glint of red on Fury's forehead. "You don't look too good, Director." Steve flipped on a light switch and the lamp by him lit up. Her eyes widened, he was beat up pretty bad.

"I assure you, I'm perfectly fine," He stood as though to display his well-being.

Out of nowhere, gun fire ripped through the room and Fury fell. Jamie and Steve dragged him behind the island and waited the fire out. "Athena," He choked. "Get Athena, she'll know what to do. Read the drive, you'll know what to do." After slipping a USB into Steve's hand, he passed into unconsciousness.

Agent Sharon Carter broke down the door and returned fire, though the assassin was gone. "Watch him," Jamie ordered and took off. She broke through the window, then hurled herself on to the roof. Her expert eyes located the fleeing bastard and began pursuit. She could hear Steve right behind her.

"Who is he?!" She yelled to him, though they were less than a foot apart.

"I don't know, but he's good." They leapt to another roof. "I missed you; you could've come back, SHIELD would have accepted you."

"No, I couldn't have," She growled, not tearing her eyes from the target. "And now's not the time to bring those up."

"You're right, and I have a feeling I'm going to be seeing you a lot more." He threw the shield.

The target turned so fast he was inhuman and caught the shield with his hand. He didn'tflinch.

"Oh, shit."

"So you swear, now?"

The target threw the shield back at them, but Jamie was too surprised to move. It caught her in the gut and felt like a belly-flop magnified by twelve between the stomach and the ribs and knocking the air out of her lungs. She choked and collapsed, air struggled to slip in as though there was a plug. Vision was doubled, but she could make out Steve's concerned face above her. What was he doing?! "Damn it, Steve, get him!" She gasped and rolled into a ball. He reached out, not wanting to leave, but she waved him away and he obeyed her wish.

She thought about what Fury had said. Trust only Director Nemo? Get Athena?

She didn't know much about the first one. While still working for SHIELD, word had gone around that Fury was training a new Director, but that had never been confirmed. Athena…

She winced and curled tighter into herself as the throbbing intensified and a headache formed. Athena was a Legend, Dr. Chelsea Marx, who had influenced Danielle and convinced her to commit suicide. Why would Fury ask for her? No one knew for sure, but one could always see that there was a sort of father-daughter relationship between Danielle and Nick Fury. He knew more information than anyone; he saw the footage and headed the search for her body. Why would he ask for the one who instigated her death?

Shoving the head pain aside, she pulled out her phone and called Agent Maria Hill, someone she hadn't spoken to since she left. She swallowed as the ringing on the other end ceased, "Hey, sis, I know it's been a while but I needed some time to myself. Now I really need your help."

"Hit me."

She smiled, "I assume you have medics on their way to Fury's location, but he requested specifically Doctor," She hesitated, then decided that her priorities had shifted. "Dr. Chelsea Marx. Could you get me her number?"